I was very wet and dilated down there in response to sucking my son’s cock and ingesting his sperm. The thick, bulbous head of Eric’s cock slid in...o my vaginal opening easily. I could take about 4 inches of his length before meeting some resistance deep inside of my vagina. Straddling my son’s torso, I raised and lowered myself pushing more of his intruding erection deeper inside me with each penetration.I was forcing myself down on his rigid pole, and as I did, I could not help by groan in. Don't leave me, please don't leave me."I should have been mad; I should have pushed her off me and left. But all I could feel for her was compassion; she was hurting far worse than I was. I pulled her head towards my shoulder and she buried her face on my chest and sobbed uncontrollably."It's okay; it's okay. I'm not mad. Let it out."I held her tight and after a while I tried to explain what I had meant.When I was finished she sobbed, "Oh Bill, I misunderstood. I thought you were trying to. I continued to push my way inside her. The walls ofher cunt gripped tightly around by cock making the journey veryslow. I leaned down a gave her a kiss as I began to gently movemy cock in and out. Misty responded by pumping her slim hips tomatch my small strokes.I looked down, my prick was now three quarters of the way insideher tiny body. Gradually I increased the length and speed of mystrokes and watched as my cock worked itself the rest of the wayinto her childish womb.Misty's young body. Fortunately, it did not have to be. I was more than happy to play along – in my own way, of course. I made a big show of checking my cellphone again to see if there was a text of voicemail messages from the imaginary Larissa. ‘That sounds divine! But…’ my eyes clouded for a moment. ‘maybe instead of going upstairs we could go to my apartment? I’ve got food in the frig and some drinks, Phil.’ Phil was his name. He thought my name was Mary. The guy was surprised. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked,.